Authors Note:

Here is chapter 4! This is longer than chapter 3! I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 5 should be out in a few days! or maybe even tomorrow!

~ Reviews are appreciated!

~ & Ideas are accepted! (I get writers block a lot... so feel free to send me a PM with some ideas!)


Bonnie trotted her horse down the dirt road until she reached the old Marston Ranch,

before entering through the fence she stopped her horse for a few seconds and took a deep breath, She didn't know why she felt nervous to do this, no one but her was going to know about her coming here,

She took a deep breath once more, then rode her horse slowly into the ranch, She tried to make out her surroundings but despite it being dark she couldn't seem to make anything out that well, besides the woods and fields, and the house and barn right in front of her,

When she reached the barn, she slowly got off her horse and hitched it to the hitching post, She grabbed her Shotgun and took a few light steps until she reached the doors of the barn, She opened one of the doors slightly and stuck her head in to make sure it was safe, Seeing that the barn was empty she pushed the doors open and entered the bright barn lit up with lanterns,

She looked around the barn quickly before grabbing a lantern off of one of the posts to help her see through the dark western night,

As she made her way to the back doors of the barn, she noticed lots of old bullets scattered along the ground, She paused for a second then shrugged and continued to walk towards the back doors,

Bonnie stepped out the back doors of the barn and walked slowly around the fields of the ranch,

As she started walking up a small hill that overlooked the ranch she saw, what it looked like to be a few wooden signs in the near distance,

She knew it exactly what it was, It was the reason she came here,

She stopped, and let her whole body quiver for a few seconds, She sighed loudly,then continued walking up to the top of the hill.

And there they were….

The graves of, John, Abigail, and Uncle,

Bonnie held the lantern up closely to each grave to see which grave belonged to who,

The first grave read:

Uncle,

Died 1911.

'Impossible to forget'

She took a few steps over to the next grave and put the lantern up to it.

Abigail Marston, 1877 - 1914.

Always in our hearts.

Finally, She stepped over to the last grave and knew exactly whose it was, She put her gun down on the ground, then placed the lantern next to the wooden grave, and read what the engravement said.

John Marston, 1873 - 1911.

Loving husband and father.

'Blessed are the peacemakers'

As soon as she finished reading it, her whole body shook and tears started running down her face.

"Goddamnit John! Why'd 'ya have to go and get yourself killed?!" She shouted at the grave as she stomped the ground a few times,

"You're a damn fool!" She said, crossing her arms and turning her back to the grave, "Lettin' those goddamn government agents come and shoot ya down! That's not like you John!" She shouted once more,

She stood there for awhile with her back facing his grave, but then turned around, and just stared at his grave for a while, with tears running down her face. She soon fell to her knees, and placed her hands on the soil in front of the grave,

"You know i loved 'ya! you fool!" She finally admitted.

She started to hear thunder, and soon after, rain started pouring down from the night sky.

"I didn't say it years ago 'cause i didn't want to get in the way of you and your family…" She sighed as the cold rain hit her skin, causing her to shiver. "I-it was hard to hold it in.., But i held it in for all these years… Because i respect 'ya John, And i respect your family too." She said before looking up at the dark stormy sky, She shut her eyes and let the cold rain hit her face.

"Goddamnit…. 'ya probably can't hear me anyway…"

She paused.

"B-but, if 'ya can hear me, I hope it's alright with you if i stay in your house for the night. Or at least 'til this rain lets up." She said as she stood up from the muddy ground, then picked up her gun in one hand, and the lantern in the other.

Before she walked off she looked back at the grave once more.

"Rest in peace John, I love 'ya."

And with that she walked off towards the old ranch house.